Hafnarfjordur, Iceland
"There is no surer foundation for a beautiful friendship than a mutual taste in literature."
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P.G. Wodehouse (via larmoyante)
Strychnine in the Soup :)
Yeah…that’s how I practice
In the event that you don’t hear from me after Tuesday, it’s because my British Lit final killed me.
Final Essay + Final Exam (exam + 2 in-class essays) = 47% of our grade.
FORTY-SEVEN PERCENT.
WHO DOES THAT?
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I tell people I play percussion
“oh, so you play the drums?”
YES YES YES.
Haha no I play triangle/drums/ that xylo thingy according to non-nand friends.
“I play marimba in a few ensembles.”
“What’s a marimba?”
*face palm*
“It’s like the xylophone”
“Ooohhh I know what that is!”“I can also play the timpani”
“…you sure you’re not making this stuff up?”“I play cymbals”
“Oh like the monkey!”
Euphonium has now become “baby tuba”.
My life.
“In an old house in Paris that was covered with vines lived twelve little girls in two straight lines. In two straight lines they broke their bread and brushed their teeth and went to bed. They smiled at the good and frowned at the bad and sometimes they were very sad. They left the house at half past nine in two straight lines in rain or shine — the smallest one was Madeline.”
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